Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
Kayak,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.